I stopped, to linger, at Eden’s gate;
my trepidation, I hide;
for deep within, I still relate;
to the birthplace of man inside.
A garden where life was planted;
and all of us were mere seeds;
place of birth; consciousness granted;
and the Master saw to our needs.
The Cherubim still guarded the gate;
the flaming sword at his side;
I knew that my entry needed to wait;
for God’s orders, I still must abide.
This hallowed place on heaven’s shore;
the place of this journey’s end;
once within; I would be here no more;
till a new life for me entered in.
I could stand in this place for hours;
longing to enter in;
detecting the fragrance of flowers;
new lives from the garden within.
The beauty inside, led me to weep;
and I longed to enter it’s gate;
but still, I had a promise to keep;
and love requested I wait.
I’m not sorry I came this way;
I was led by my own inner voice;
the answer came: “Not this day;
but a day of the Master’s choice.”